I cried last night because I was happy about all the cartoons of my past.I sat and watched intros to all of my childhood friends and cried.My dad and uncle thought it was funny.Others would find it pathetic.I noticed that telivision has always been a friend,babysitter and comfort.
Then I look at how I was raised and what I've been through.Why am I so nice?I should be cuddled up in a corner with a razor blade by now.My dad was rarely home.My mom didn't give a f@$!. I was bullied as a child.I've never been fully accepted. But yet,I'm the most nice girl you could meet.I would give a stranger the shirt off my back if they needed it and skip away in my bra happily declaring that I am like Jesus.(laughs)
i just have no clue what to say about me besides I'm happy I am me and not another version of me.
Love ya,
Maggie-Erin
Aka Kitty Maggs
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